Day after day, I'm still hoping,
waiting for someone who could not.
It's not too late for improving,
and I'm still in the darkness.
Everyday, I drove to my path,
and then I bumped my head,
trying to analyzed all this scenes,
but, you took my hand.
I thought that this is my last stand
but, you brought me to your holy Land
the things gave lights to me,
and you make me feel free.
If there is no hand,
if there is no words,
that you told us, in our mind,
we're still embracing the same method of death.
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